The Brewdy Bawler

Internet: The 21st Century Railway

As the Internet becomes a more robust technology, companies naturally seek to monopolize on this relatively new innovation. In recent weeks, companies like Verizon, MetroPCS and Comcast seek to control their stake in the Information Highway, but the FCC is attempting to regulate their control. The linked article above discusses incidences where MetroPCS seems to block the use of Skype on their basic data plan and Comcast charges Level3 for streaming videos from Netflix. The companies claim that the FCC is stepping out of their authority by imposing Net Neutrality regulations, but it’s important to consider history of a similar technological boom.

Back in the 1800s, as the industrial revolution began to gain momentum, railroads and rail companies started to sprout up and grow all over England and the US. However, just as now with the communications companies seek to control their portion of the Internet, so too did the rail companies try to control their rails. In an effort to curb monopolistic practices, though, the US Government created the Interstate Commerce Commission (ICC).

While I’m a proponent of less government and more free enterprise, I also believe that commerce gone unchecked leads to price gouging and inequity of service availability. And this is what we’re beginning to see. I just hope that justice prevails.

Inspiration

Perhaps I wax poetic to the point of stagnation… perhaps you query to weariness why an unknown, such as I, should even dare to wander in and ponder the sources of one’s inspiration. I find, in many times and in many circumstances, inspiration, be that a muse or a fuse for thought, should usually be represented rather inaccessible, even to the point of extinction, at least, in my small sphere. Inspiration, especially when related to feeble attempts at creating anything musical, lends itself very little to my process; though my guitar encased is always a willing victim to my torturous abusings, er, amusings. But it seems that my guitar and I only meet once in a full moon on a Tuesday night when the nightingale sings the blues. I exaggerate, but I believe you caught my gist.

Fear is an unfortunate companion when it focuses on me. If I pass on fear’s attentions toward my Creator, then all things become like the tumblers of a door lock when the correct key is inserted. I find fear, though, feeds upon loneliness with a frenzy which befits a beast ravenous. I find fear, more often than I would choose, though I wish not to frighten by such a statement. It’s merely a sentence of process more than a problem.

Indeed, creativity and worship are things that intertwine and mingle well, as was intended. I feel we frail-framed ones have forgotten this fact. Then again, we do seem to have maintained the inappropriate ability of worshiping our own creations, haven’t we? So, therein lies the passion of my pursuits of the hopeful future. Shall I discover a path divinely designed, which should lead me towards freedom in furthering such Amazing Tidings through vessels mere and weak? One can, for now, only ponder… and wait. In the meantimes, organic endeavours must give way to digital, as these digits of mine do a delicate dance collaborating with a  collection of keys colloquially called QWERTY.